Quotes About Reflection

just when you think you've got it all sorted, something happens to make you question yourself and the world all over again.

The house of fiction has many windows, but only two or three doors.

Sometimes, it is almost frightening to realise how poorly most people know themselves; it seems to put one at an almost priestly advantage over people's souls.

Met jou was ik gewoon blank, zonder jou ben ik gebroken wit.

I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.I have wasted my life.

In the dark night of the soul, it is always three A.M.

if you have never trodden the path of love, go away and fall in love; then come back and see us.

O, radiance has been given to the mirror because of Your face. No one has ever seen a mirror without Your face. No, no! It is because of Your grace, That in every mirror You Yourself appear and not Your face.

and wasn't life full of layers and nuances, colored all kinds of shades of gray, and the way you felt about something when you were twenty or thirty or forty was not how you would feel about something when you were fifty or sixty or seventy---if only he could explain to her that regret can come at any time in your life, when you least expect it, and then you are stuck with it forever.

I don't need to jump off cliffs into oceans to die, because every day there is a little death waiting for me. All I have to do is wake up and walk out the front door.

There ain't nothing wrong with being alone, which is what I am, or what I have been. It's when it turns to loneliness, when you get to feeling blue about it all, that you're in trouble. There's the problem, loneliness.

I stop painting entirely. I get a job in advertising. I get older. I grow up, I suppose. I never look back except in those moments when I can't stop fucking thinking about it.

I think about when I used to dress that way, not in that dress, obviously, but in that flesh. I will never do it again. I have learned all kinds of lessons from dressing that way, great lessons, terrible lessons, boring lessons, all of them, the big one being no matter how much you own yourself and your body and your mind, there are men who will always try to seek power over your body, even if it is just with their eyes, although often it is with their words and sometimes with their hands.

But I cry anyway because it was a path I could have taken and didn't. I cry for the lost idea, the lost concept. Sometimes I cry, too, for who I was as an artist and what my life could have been like if only I had kept going. I weep for my lost identities. I weep for my possibilities.

These are the things we do sometimes, she thinks. We remind ourselves of why we're in love, so that we can stay that way. It's not a permanent state, remember that, she tells herself.

But I get it; it's a way to mark time. When your life's too busy, it forces you to check in with yourself. Or when it feels all the same all the time, maybe it can make you feel special.

Robin looked at Daniel and had the meanest thought of her life: "He'll do.

Mas choro na mesma, porque era um caminho possível e eu não fui por aí. Choro pela ideia, pela opção que se perdeu. Às vezes também choro pela artista que havia em mim e pelo que a minha vida poderia ter sido se eu tivesse continuado. Choro por todas as minhas identidades perdidas. Pelas possibilidades que tive.

I love the idea of solitude being a gift. I think we can be afraid of being lonely, but if you figure out a way to own it and see it as a treasure and a pleasure and a joy, then it can be quite comforting.

I don't know who I am. I don't know what to do with myself. Here I am, being me. I don't know what that means.

Also I mostly stop doing drugs, which feels extra grown up. Not in any twelve-step kind of way. I simply couldn't take the hangovers anymore.

Barbra joined her at the table and sipped from an enormous glass of water filled with lemon slices. Ah, yes, and there's her lunch, she thought.

I can tell you something remarkable about that time, although it has only just occurred to me now. I never thought about death, like I do now. I never worried about dying. I only ever thought about being alive.

I've had enough me to last a lifetime,